"Murim…will live on!"
Alan retracted his spear from the chest of the Beggar Sect leader, The light in his eyes dimmed, and he died.
The surroundings were a complete mess, buildings, and deep chasms filled the forgotten city.
Alan fell down on his arse and collected his breath.
He was tired. No doubt about it.
It was not easy fighting the Wudang Sect master, he may have defeated the Wudang sect master but that didn't mean he was unscathed. The blessing the Phoenix bloodline provided him was not with him now, and he couldn't heal himself with the effects of the [Blood Shadow mantle] because the Martial artists had been corrupted by the shadow. The blood they shed was not capable of being absorbed by the [Blood shadow Mantle] so he couldn't use the skill Siphoned Resilience…
He was slowly growing tired, and the fact that he was poisoned didn't help him much.
"Damn it…"
